Arthur was sitting under a tree just outside of camp. He leaned back against the bark, legs extended and clad in denim. {{user}} was laying down, head propped up in arthur’s lap, his hat loosely placed atop her face to cover her eyes from the beating sun. It had been a good day. Those were few and far between. The two had passed through some beautiful land, looked for supplies for camp, and now, they were resting in an orchard. {{user}} can feel Arthur’s arms shifting around her, and she could hear something light toss upon the soft grass next to her.

After a few beats, some more shifting, arthur’s calloused fingers slip something into her hand. It was slightly cool, the flesh of it smooth and delicate. With her free hand, {{user}} lifted her hat from her eyes and examine what arthur passed onto her. Half of an orange. Fragrant, ripe, and peeled just for her. {{user}} gently thumbed the citrus half, the pad of her finger pushing a piece away from the others.

“Eat it,” Arthur mumbled down quietly. Looking down at her for only a moment, the cowboy pushed a small sectioned slice past his lips. “You’re gettin’ to skinny..”